My name is Trx. Nice to meet you I wear my shoulder on my chest. Distress that's wept until there is nothing left of an ocean. Love potion so potent it couldn't put eyes in open, soulless, sockets so broken. Suck it up, swallow vomit, shut ya yap and keep your eye on the commas. High maintenance chicks like to think they're flawless. I leave them balling mall-less. I got rid of my lisp unlike my vegetarian friend Walrus. My eyes are blue again like Jamaican waters. We should all take a weekend and pretend that we're toddlers. Not a care in the world; we're just honest.